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So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. ” A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. She spoke slowly. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. “Don’t think so,” Drummond answered. “Very good,” he said.
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